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As long and as boring as the meeting was — as they usually tend to be — Jin-Chul needed to pay attention. It was his job after all. The chairman and all of South Korea depended on him to accomplish his very important tasks and as boring as the chief secretary’s voice was as he droned on and on about their upcoming branch report, he had to pay full attention despite the nagging feeling in the back of his eyes that willed them closed just for five minutes. He couldn’t. So he bit the inside of his cheek and sat up straight in his seat. He even had his black notepad open in front of him as he jotted down important dates, deadlines, quotes with way too many zeroes and commas and the alarming percentage rates of gates that were opening all around Seoul alone. He even flipped over a few pages to review his own points when it came to an overview of the Surveillance departments' handling on the new influx of hunters and how they had been divvied up amongst the different guilds, most going to the Hunters Guild, much to no one's surprise.
But as he skimmed over his notes, that’s when he first felt it. It was more a sensation of something intangible right over his left ear. His brows furrowed themselves when he reached up, thinking his hair had come undone from its usual slick backed style and was brushing his ear, but he was more surprised to find that not a single strand had escaped the pomade and it all remained in place.
He goes back to his notes. Jotting down another important date for inspection and listening as another woman stepped up to present some more values and organization news.
Then it happened again, whilst his hand was still touching his ear. Another sensation as if a light touch feathering down the side of his face, down his jaw and settling on his neck. It felt like a breath against his skin. Like the soft stroke of fingers. He couldn’t quite place what it was. But there was no one there, he was certain of that, and he had not sensed any abnormal mana signatures in the room and he slightly turned to gauge the reaction, if any, of others in the room and it seemed neither the chairman nor anyone else had reacted to anything unusual.
The touch… the sensation was gone almost as abruptly as it came and his mind was left reeling. However, this just left him even more confused than anything else. Wondering if he even truly felt that at all.
“Chief Inspector, Chief Inspector Woo!” The woman next to him calls him in a voice a little above a whisper and kicks one of the wheels on his chair with her heels. She gives him an odd look when he turns to look at her and she nods toward the chairman before burying her face in her folder as if to hide.
The chief smiles as warmly as ever, but there is a little concern that Jin-Chul has learned to spot from far away in his eyes. “Ahem, please, Chief Inspector Jinchul. Go ahead and present your data.”
The feeling is completely gone now, but his heart still thrums against his chest rapidly, and for the first time in a very long time, he feels the crawl of fear creeping up his spine.
The Chairman eyes him cautiously as he swallows thickly and steels himself before getting out of his chair with his notepad and usb drive.
Chairman Go, bless his pure gentle heart, pulls him aside in the privacy of his office to question him after the meeting is over and done with.
“Your afternoon schedule, sir.” He opens his mouth to list off the list of people waiting outside and the lunch menu.
“Are you alright, boy?”
He had come to terms quite a while ago that no matter how long they have known each other, how much Jin-Chul has grown both physically and professionally, and despite all his accomplishments and his many accolades within the Association, Chairman Go has and will always see him like a child, like his child to be clear. Like a son. And the thought of it both warms his heart and stresses him out all at the same time. So he pushes the designation aside with a clearing of his throat and nods heartily.
“Of course! I’m absolutely fine, sir.” He lies straight through his teeth. The nagging memory of what happened earlier still nudged at the edges of his mind, but he brushed it aside along with the Chairman’s careful concern.
“Hmm. That didn’t seem to be the case earlier.” He leans back into his seat and folds his arms across his broad chest with a knowing grin. “But if you insist. Go ahead.” He waves a dismissive hand and Jin-Chul pulls up his agenda.
“You have a meeting with Madame Cheng in fifteen minutes, and it seems you’ll only have about a half hour for lunch before you are due to meet with Guild Master Park Jong-Soo of the Knights Guild to discuss the tax rates of essence stones and other dungeon artifacts. Your wife called earlier to make sure you took your medication. Guildmaster Baek wishes to speak to you but I postponed that meeting until a later date due to a scheduling conflict with a representative of the manufacturing plant. For this I apologize.” He bends at the waist in a bow to express his regret but the chairman only laughs.
“That’s not a problem, Jin-Chul ah. No need to be so formal with me, ya know. You’re hurting this poor old man’s heart and if my wife saw this she’d think I was giving you a hard time and nag me again.” He chuckles and accepts the folder that Jinchul offered him.
“Then I will take my leave, Sir.” Chairman Go only responds with a sound of affirmation and the strawberry blond turns on his heels to make his way out of the room. He pauses for a moment at the door when his hand touches the knob. He stares at the hardwood of the door and clenches a fist. “Did you really not sense anything?” He asks.
There’s a rustling of paper and a creak of the office chair, and the Chairman makes a sound in his throat. “I don’t-”
“Nevermind!” He half turns as he opens the door and bows his head in farewell.
The rest of the day goes without a hitch, and the memory of the ‘incident;’ as Jin-Chul had dubbed it, was buried and lost at the back of his mind in favor of keeping track of his own meetings as well as the Chairman’s.
The incident was easily forgotten. Weeks go by and nothing happens, so Jin-Chul chalked it up to stress, or perhaps lack of sleep… paired with the copious amounts of coffee he consumes throughout the day, it could have even been all the overworking he’d been doing finally catching up to him. It could be any or all of the above really. The point was that he put a pin in it and put it on the back burner to be dealt with on a later date, perhaps when his heart palpitations get to the point where he must see a physician and perhaps at that point he might bring it up; needless to say, he forgot about it easily.
But then, on an uneventful Thursday afternoon, it happened again.
He jolted in his seat when the… whatever touched his leg. Right on the inner thigh of his right leg. It felt… like a hand? His eyebrows furrow, and then there was a trailing touch that went up his spine along with a slight chill of fear. He had knocked his mouse off of his desk with his sudden surprised movement and one of his coworkers peered over the cubicle divider to check on him. “Cheif? Are you alright?”
“Fine.” Jin-Chul choked out, but this did nothing to convince his coworker. The man stood up abruptly and knocked his office chair backward, it went rolling in whatever direction, attracting even more unwanted attention.
“Go get some water!” He ordered one of the women who came to also express her concern. He rounds the corner of the desks and stoops down next to Jinchul’s desk with a comforting hand placed on his back.
The touch reminds him of the one he felt, the one he can still feel on his thighs, is like the touch of a ghost. Just barely there but enough to cause concern. The touch does not leave, it trails up and down the inside of his thighs and makes him gasp. He touches his thigh and there’s nothing there.
His coworker, the small panicked woman, comes back with a paper cup of water and she thrusts it into his hands and rubs soothing circles into his shoulder. “Here, drink.”
He downed the drink and tried a shaky smile to his coworkers to stave off their worried looks. “Just a leg cramp, it’s okay.” He lied though gritted teeth.
Neither of them look like they believe him. But they let him be.
The feeling spread, and now it was on both his thighs. It felt… It felt like groping. Like hands groping his inner thighs and attempting to spread them apart.
The realization dawned on him and his cheeks burned. He clenched his hands so tightly that his fingernails dug into his palms painfully, this did nothing to distract from the stroking and groping of the nothing he can see.
He breathed in through his nose and out through his mouth and repeated this action until he calmed down.
It took about 5 minutes before the feeling disappeared.
As much as he would have liked to do something about his little… problem. He didn’t even know where to start.
How does one go about explaining that he had ghostly groping sensations?
Goodness, they’d admit him to a psych ward immediately.
He went about most days trying to ignore the feeling when it did come up. They were few and far in between– almost uncommon during the day, yet frequent for him to anticipate them at night.
And the main problem was that as of late… they have been becoming much more palpably real. Almost like all of it were moments from becoming tangible. They’d brought him to the brink of orgasming over and over again without ever getting him the full way.
They’d only leave him feeling more frustrated than initially. And perhaps he realized in the process how sexually starved he’d been as of late. He’d stroke himself to completions most times, but there was still the nagging feeling of dissatisfaction that plagued him along with the ghostly touches.
He thought that tonight was one such night.
Jin-Chul tried not to thrust at the sheets, but he writhes and feels the way the invisible hands touch the muscles in his thighs. The stroke and groped and rubbed so painfully close to his weeping cock that’s making a mess in his boxers. He threw his head back and groaned into the darkness when the touch came so painfully close to where he needed it most only to move away and he wanted to cry. It would come and go, his upper thighs right on the underside of his knees were gentle touches that felt like kisses, and the more firm handling of palms spread out over the top of his thighs, feeling up his muscles until the descended to his inner thighs where what felt like thumbs would run circles into his trembling flesh.
“Please!” He begged into the open air.
His nightshirt had long been discarded, and his boxers were heading in the same direction as he turned onto his stomach and his achingly sensitive nipples brush against the sheets and he felt the frustrated tears well up in his eyes. The touching spans his backside, groping the globes of his ass before moving and running all over lower back, grabbing his hips and his waist and just holding him there. His muscles spasmed with the need for immediate release.
“Please pleasepleasepleaseplease~” Jin-Chul cried breathlessly into the darkness. Somehow, he had come to realize that when all the lights were off were when he could more vividly feel someone above him. Fingers plucked, pinched and teased at his nipples and he bit the pillows until his jaw hurt.
He felt dizzy.
He was practically drooling into the pillow with the intensity of the pleasure, and finally he hooked his fingers into his waistband and tugged his boxers off and allowed himself to grind his dick into the pillow beneath him.
The tautness in his gut continued to build and he thrusted faster.
The pillow isn’t enough. It really wasn’t.
He sobbed into the pillow and his hips moved as if they had a mind of their own.
“More! Please, please!” He cried. “I want more.”
Jin-Chul's eyes fluttered and his mouth fell open with broken moans spilling forth in between each lewd sob, he can’t help but stuff his own thumb inside his mouth, pressing down on his tongue for some kind of relief.
That’s when he feels it. And his hips still.
The hands return to the globes of his ass and massages them before spreading them.
Suddenly, he is struck with the absurdity of the thought that here he was on his knees moaning and begging like a whore, chest pressed up against his mattress as he shamelessly bared and presented himself to what... Some kind of shadow ghost? He felt ridiculous.
The feeling was completely quelled when what felt like something strangely phallic entered him and his eyes practically rolled at the feeling. He shivers and his back bows. Now he was certain he was actually drooling around his thumb and onto his sheets. He arched his back and pushed backward as if he could encourage the ghostly touches for more, harder, faster- ANYTHING.
He sobbed into the pillow impatiently and thrust into his sheet, cock still achingly hard beneath him, as he rocked back onto the feeling. It felt… so good.
The thrusts are steady, consistent and it hits his prostate dead on each time. Both hands now circle his waist and he felt himself being pulled back onto the hard cock with each toe curling thrust. His weeping cock lay forgotten, drooling precum. He pulled his hand away from his mouth and stroked himself, his wet thumb pressing into the head of his cock and it made him whine, face stuffed into the pillow.
Then, he noted a faint mana signature in the air. This… he knows this.
But his mind is too much of a mess to properly catch up. His brain had completely turned to mush at the dizzyingly amazing pleasure his body was experiencing.
And he heard it.
In his ear… faint like a whisper. He felt lips ghost the shell of his ear and kisses trail down the column of his neck. He had to strain his ear to hear it.
“That’s it… Good boy.”
His eyes roll and he cums hard.